1/8/2023 – Glimpses of the ordinary

Today’s picture of St.Sophia cathedral in Kyiv is by Evhenii Zavhorodnii

From Ira Kapitonova in Kyiv (Day 318): I love you, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies.
Psalm 18:1‭-‬3

It was a great Christmas day. It seemed so ordinary. We took my son and niece caroling in the morning, and it was almost like any other year, except everyone would get extra emotional and add wishes for peace and victory to the traditional Christmas greeting.
Then we went to the Christmas church service, and it could have felt like an ordinary service if not for the repeated prayers for our defenders and the people in the occupied territories.
We continued with a great family time – a tasty meal, gift exchange, and fun games, just like any year. We would only sneak out to check the news and someone would quietly ask, “Have they done anything? Has there been anything massive?”

I am incredibly thankful to God for these glimpses of the ordinary. It’s a priceless treasure. I’m also grateful for this urgency to live and appreciate life – it’s not something I would choose to experience, but it’s an experience I’m thankful for.

Thankfully, there were no large-scale provocations today. The enemy kept shelling Zaporizhzhia, Kherson, and the Kharkiv region. They continued attacks on Bakhmut and Soledar as well as along the frontline.

Ukraine’s energy system is under control with scheduled blackouts during the day, and no power cuts at night due to consumption decrease. However, the situation may change at any moment because of the temperature drop (to below freezing) or if Russia chooses to attack our energy infrastructure again. Please, keep us in your prayers.

2 responses to “1/8/2023 – Glimpses of the ordinary”

  1. I heard the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old familiar carol play
    and wild and sweet the words repeat
    of “Peace on earth, Goodwill to men”

    And in despair I bowed my head
    “There is no peace on earth” I said,
    “For hate is strong and mocks the song
    of peace on earth, goodwill to men.”

    Then hear the bells, more loud and deep:
    “GOD is not dead, nor does He sleep!
    The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
    with peace on earth, goodwill to men!”


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